Chapter 32
Chapter 32
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Human beings: Carbon-based life forms that lack individual identification, intelligent entities.
The body is simple in structure, almost identical in every individual, and made of simple materials. Bones and skin determine the differences in individual appearance. Humans distinguish individuals by appearance, but their inner selves are obviously more different. The stratum corneum covers the flesh, and the flesh hides the veins and nerves. Inefficient energy conversion and low-end energy intake. It is too simple, I simply don't know where to start. If there is no ready-made soul to simulate, I may need to spend more time observing human civilization.
"Hello? Fellow countryman?" This special human waved his hand in front of my eyes. I had no idea what this gesture meant. "Uncle? What are you daydreaming about? Am I too handsome? You've been staring at me for five minutes!"
"No, I haven't. Of course, you are handsome," I said. "It's nice to meet you, Russell Gustave, a fellow countryman."
Handsome - handsome, good-looking, a word invented by humans to express their aesthetic taste, which is synonymous with ■■■■ and ■■-■.
I understand the meaning of this word, but what I find difficult to understand is the human classification of "handsome" and "ugly". There is an old joke from the old days in my database: "When Westerners first set foot on the land of the East, they were surprised to find that every yellow person looked the same. Did they distinguish each other by smell?" It can be seen that there are cognitive barriers between different races in the same group, not to mention me, whose life form is completely different from theirs.
What's more, I am not the complete me now. Although I have the authority over the "decay" of matter, I can only mobilize the power of the devil. My true self is out of reach, and I can only rely on myself to understand human civilization.
"Nice to meet you!"
He said with great joy: "What's your name? Where are you from? My original life was very boring. It's really interesting to travel through time! What did you do before you came here? How old are you? Do you play games? What's your rank?..."
Russell is a male human with less melanin in his skin and dark brown curly hair on his head. The hair is tied into a bunch with blue fabric. He wraps his body with various fabrics made of different raw materials, and he likes brighter colors.
OK, I remember.
I said goodbye to him and went out. I found Russell everywhere.
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The joy of killing Lanevus, the pleasure of taking revenge with one's own hands, the pain of missing the past, and the extremely complex emotions of meeting compatriots in a foreign land at this moment all mixed together. Klein was speechless for a moment.
At two o'clock in the morning, on a remote street in Backlund, under the gaslight, an Old One and an Outer God pretending to be an Old One stared at each other. None of the patrolling police officers noticed this place, and even when they walked by two meters away, they acted as if they didn't see anything. But it's not so much that they stared at each other, but rather that Klein temporarily stopped thinking because of the excessive amount of information, and Edward was looking at him, and by the way, waiting for Klein to speak first, so that he could prescribe the right medicine to deceive him.
The part of consciousness that was implanted with information about Edward Vaughn to imitate his words and deeds spoke with great interest: "Although we have completely read Russell's memory, we still don't understand the old civilization. I think we can establish a friendly relationship with this survivor, find an opportunity to obtain his memory, and imitate humans as much as possible."
"I like this kid. He has the air of death and hidden shelter. He's very interesting to watch in his fear, joy, and panic."
The consciousness of the decadent king, who usually never showed his own personality, responded to the other 20% of himself rather coldly, occupying 80% of the computing power of this container's ocean of thought:
"Exploring old civilizations through humans is extremely inefficient."
He said: "As long as we establish contact with the Earth, I can instantly collect intelligence on all social forms and social consciousness that humans have so far, including knowledge from the Old Age. Rather than obtaining Old Age knowledge from him, we should analyze why he was able to survive the initial awakening. As long as we figure out the reason, we can trace the source and capture more Old Age survivors. And further figure out whether the existence of the Old Age survivors is really because of Him."
"Unlike the real Creator, Roselle has been abandoned by this reason itself. I can't sense any traces of any hidden existence from him. But he should never be a soul that just happened to cross time and dimension. He may be the first, but he is probably not the last."
Another 20% said: "In short, we have reached a consensus on the matter of contacting the other party, and the focus can be discussed later."
"Yes. Go ahead."
After a simple internal communication, the two parts of consciousness worked together to build a human being named Edward Vaughn. Klein had just sorted out his mood and emotions, and asked in Chinese with a little expectation: "Hello, my name is Zhou Mingrui, who are you?"
"So that's how it is. You and Roselle are from the same place."
The demon threw out Russell as the basis for building a closer relationship. He naturally used his words to amplify the other party's desire to communicate with people from the same hometown, and took the initiative to extend his hand: "I am Edward Vaughn, perhaps you have heard of me. This has always been my name, and it used to be."
Klein, who was about to shake hands with the other party, almost shuddered and retracted his hand - of course he knew this name! Or rather, this name was as well-known in his mind as Roselle. The Angel of the Abyss, the friend and minister of Emperor Roselle, probably the only two senior time travelers in the world! Emperor Roselle has passed away for more than a hundred years, but he has been missing since then. Historians suspect that he was also quietly killed by the enemy in that assassination or the subsequent turmoil. He occasionally sighed that although Roselle was in a foreign country, he still had a companion. Occasionally, he calculated that the other party could obtain free mystical knowledge. He didn't expect that he would actually meet him like this - most importantly, this is a real angel! A strong man of Sequence 2 who has experienced hundreds of years!
In some ancient records and myths, this level can already be called a god, both an angel and a god!
Could this be a coincidence? Or is it related to the mysterious gray fog I hold? Klein became alert, but his mood was still excited. After carefully shaking hands with the other party, he couldn't wait to ask:
"How did you travel to this world?"
Klein switched back to Loenese because he wasn't sure if this foreigner was willing to communicate with him in Chinese. Anyway, Klein would never be stupid enough to speak the broken English he spoke before his time travel to talk to this serious British angel!
Time travel... Russell is a case study, and now I have my own control group. However, without any communication, the two survivors from the East both thought that this was "time travel" rather than "awakening", which is also an interesting cultural commonality. No, he was surprised when he heard my name just now. He knew me, where did he know it from? History books? Textbooks? Edward thought with interest. Indeed, according to the memory of Russell that he read, time travel novels were indeed very popular in that land.
"I was once a mystic enthusiast. One day, I came to this world after practicing divination using an old crystal pendulum I found."
"I see. I tried a luck-changing ritual written in a book, and somehow ended up here."
Klein frowned slightly, somewhat puzzled and curious: "They are all things related to the mysticism. Does it mean that as long as you do them, you will be able to travel through time? Or is there a specific time? What year did you travel through time?"
Edward thought about it seriously and found that part of his memory was too worn out to be read, so he gave a more valuable answer: "I can't remember, but during that time, the young people around me were complaining that Avengers 4 was really unsatisfactory."
"Then we traveled through time very recently." Klein breathed a sigh of relief. It was one thing to learn from the diary, but it was another thing to be confirmed by another traveler himself. He couldn't wait to ask, "How long have you been in this world?"
"This year happens to be the 1,400th year."
“…What?” Klein thought he had heard wrongly.
"This year is exactly the 1,400th year," Edward repeated patiently. "I arrived at the end of the Fourth Age, witnessed the establishment of the church system, announced the beginning of the Fifth Age, and have lived in the Fifth Age ever since."
This this--
Klein was so surprised that he was speechless. His first reaction was, "Too outrageous! How could a human live for 1,400 years?!" Then he remembered that the other party was an angel. It was not surprising for an angel to live for more than a thousand years. The other party was not even a human. After all, the path was a "demon" who changed the race. But, 1,400 years? 1,400 years? This was a long time that Klein could not imagine. Because it was too long to experience, it lost its weight and connotation, and was just a cold number.
From Roselle's diary, he learned that the other party traveled through time a few years later than he did, but it was nearly two hundred years after he traveled here. Klein felt a little comforted by this. Maybe he spent a few hundred years here, and when he returned, he would only be missing for a few years.
——But the senior's answer instantly broke his mental state! He suddenly realized that what he thought was wrong!
The time when this senior traveled through time was very close to mine, and it should not be far from the time when Roselle traveled through time, but there was a full 1,400 years between them. On the bright side, it might be that the time flow of the two worlds has been further extended. Maybe I will be here for a thousand years and then go back for a few years, as long as I can live for a thousand years. But if I think about it in a bad way... it means that the time difference theory is not tenable at all... Time travel is just a random time, and the time point cannot be estimated. Maybe a few dozen or hundreds of years after me, there will be another traveler...
But why did they all happen to travel to this world?
Klein's face turned pale, and his breathing gradually became rapid. He shook his head and cut off this idea in time, so as to prevent his only belief from being defeated by the cold reality. He wanted to ask, "Do you have any ideas for returning?" After all, the other party was an angel, but then he thought, an angel who has been in this world for 1,400 years is still here, either he has not found a way or he doesn't want to go back. After all, a thousand years is too long, long enough for ordinary people to start a dozen new lives. Klein was not sure whether the other party still missed the earth.
What’s more, He Himself just said, “I can’t remember.”
Edward was indeed a good listener. He said nothing and quietly waited for Klein to regain his composure. He watched Klein suddenly panic because of his answer. His emotions went from joy and necessary vigilance to panic and anxiety. He walked on the edge of despair and now became cautious and fearful. Edward didn't know what he was thinking, because Russell had never shown such emotional changes.
“Sorry, I lost my composure just now.” Klein pulled himself together and forced a smile, hoping to find some interesting topics to get back on track. “Emperor Roselle mentioned you many times in his diary, saying that you are a very interesting but old-fashioned person.”
"…I knew he must be saying bad things about me in there."
Edward changed his address to Roselle following Klein's words. He was also a little nostalgic on this topic: "He himself has no ability, so he just copies recipes for me to learn every now and then. Roselle's help is limited to shouting in the kitchen, drinking the soup first, and constantly asking me to re-season it. Several times I finally made the noodles, but found that he drank up all the soup. Now these dishes have become the court dishes of Intis that he promotes... Heh. However, after being localized, these foods have become more and more outrageous. When I went there thirty years ago, I ate cherry dumpling pudding and pineapple-filled dumplings with fruit dumpling soup."
...What is that? Klein almost choked on his own saliva.
Edward completely understood. When he saw the name of the dish, he not only respected and admired the creativity of mankind, but also almost gave up thinking. He decided to go to Intis to see if they had developed the latest mysterious court dishes, and sacrifice some to Roselle to help him maintain his humanity.
"You have a really good relationship." Although the reality was a little far-fetched, Klein couldn't help but feel a little envious after imagining those scenes.
"Yes, Russell is my best friend." Edward said this seriously and looked away.
“But I seem to be the only one who thinks so.”
The atmosphere suddenly became a little sad and heavy. Klein felt a little annoyed and wanted to liven up the atmosphere, but his mouth somehow spoke faster than his brain: "Emperor Roselle also has a famous saying: Witches taste really good!"
Edward thought for a second: "The witch tastes really good."
...This...I really didn't expect this...There is such a thing...No, this is indeed very Roselle, this is indeed very Intis! The big dye vat of Intis can even pollute the old-fashioned British gentleman...It's terrible, you are more than a thousand years old! Stunned, Klein was heartbroken and decided that he would never contribute a penny of tourist income to Intis in the future.
TBC
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*Cross-server communication, Edward really said that the witch tasted good.
I believe everyone still remembers who the lucky victim was.
Even though Edward stumbles when playing the human, in fact, the authority of Decay to obtain civilization intelligence is very useful. When Decay comes online, everyone will find that this guy is 100% pure Outer God, but the Earth civilization fully understands him. He is the kind of person who (as long as He wants) can make memes, tell jokes, play games, and if you give Him a mobile phone, He can seamlessly join the human society of the Old Era.
He can be more like the locals than the locals.
If He wills.
Decline: Russell, please sit down.
Oh, and by the way, the civilization He is most interested in is the Transformers.
(End of this chapter)